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paixaorpg2008-12-03 11:13 pm
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Character: Vexen
Content: Vexen takes care of a piece of what he believes will be the perfect plan.
Setting: Fantastic question. Secret~
Time: After Luxord kidnaps Flonne but before Laharl tries to access Flonne's journal.
Warnings: None, really. Vexen's a creep, but that's par for the course.
It had been all too simple. He'd been keeping close tabs on what exactly was going on involving the little angel - she was very important to his research, after all, and he was not about to let anything happen to her that would affect his results. Much as he disliked her being in Larxene's grasp, he had both her and the Superior's words that experiments in Lab A would not be conducted in the same manner as times prior.
He trusted the Superior's word much more, of course.
He'd not been expecting her capture to be so simple, nor had he expected to be able to enter her room at the hotel at all. Reclaiming her journal while her Overlord was distracted had been but a simple matter.
Now, back in his lab, he approached it with a kit of small, specially designed tools. Prying open the back of the journal (pink, of course, because if there was one thing the visitors to the city were severely lacking it was taste), Vexen went to work, disconnecting and reconnecting a few key wires and reconfiguring data flow. After a few short minutes of tinkering, he snapped the open back shut, pulling open a drawer and drawing out his own journal. He deftly flipped it open, attempting to access the pink journal on his desk through the public network. A single message appeared on his screen.
User not found.
Perfect.
He shut his journal and replaced it in the drawer, stowing the now defunct pink journal on a shelf next to a small purple creature frozen solid in a block of ice. Both were projects he would return to later. For now, there were more pressing matters that required his attention.
Content: Vexen takes care of a piece of what he believes will be the perfect plan.
Setting: Fantastic question. Secret~
Time: After Luxord kidnaps Flonne but before Laharl tries to access Flonne's journal.
Warnings: None, really. Vexen's a creep, but that's par for the course.
It had been all too simple. He'd been keeping close tabs on what exactly was going on involving the little angel - she was very important to his research, after all, and he was not about to let anything happen to her that would affect his results. Much as he disliked her being in Larxene's grasp, he had both her and the Superior's words that experiments in Lab A would not be conducted in the same manner as times prior.
He trusted the Superior's word much more, of course.
He'd not been expecting her capture to be so simple, nor had he expected to be able to enter her room at the hotel at all. Reclaiming her journal while her Overlord was distracted had been but a simple matter.
Now, back in his lab, he approached it with a kit of small, specially designed tools. Prying open the back of the journal (pink, of course, because if there was one thing the visitors to the city were severely lacking it was taste), Vexen went to work, disconnecting and reconnecting a few key wires and reconfiguring data flow. After a few short minutes of tinkering, he snapped the open back shut, pulling open a drawer and drawing out his own journal. He deftly flipped it open, attempting to access the pink journal on his desk through the public network. A single message appeared on his screen.
User not found.
Perfect.
He shut his journal and replaced it in the drawer, stowing the now defunct pink journal on a shelf next to a small purple creature frozen solid in a block of ice. Both were projects he would return to later. For now, there were more pressing matters that required his attention.